Chapter 274: Really Take It as an Onion (Part 3)
Everyone was secretly excited after hearing this, but it seemed a bit far away. They could only work hard and try not to embarrass Teacher Xiao An and live up to the trust of their leaders.
There is only one day left until May 1st. In addition to continuing to record new programs at a steady pace, everyone also has to check if there are any changes needed in the programs selected for tomorrow. And every time they watch, they follow An Zhixia's request to check for deficiencies and make up for them, and they grow at a very fast speed every day.
"Excuse me, is this the overseas channel group?" A man and a woman knocked on the door and asked casually.
Everyone was busy, so they just took a look and continued with the work at hand.
"Where is your person in charge?" the man asked again impatiently.
"Comrades, do you have anything to say? Can you speak in a low voice? They are recording a program inside," an employee came out and said in a low voice with some dissatisfaction.
The overseas channel team not only has outdoor shooting, but also broadcasts two indoor programs every day. Everyone is very enthusiastic about their work. Following An Zhixia, new ideas pop up one after another like fountains. A thick stack of plans has been written, and they are all waiting to meet in person.
At the beginning, they were not familiar with the business, and the preparation, shooting, editing and other links took a long time, so they took the initiative to stay and work overtime to catch up with the progress, so as to ensure that the program would not be interrupted after it was broadcast or that the poor shooting would affect its reputation due to lack of progress.
"Where is Director Xiao An? We are the translators sent by the higher-ups to help you." The female comrade frowned and looked around with disdain, "Where is our office?"
"Oh, it's you," the employee suddenly realized, "Director Xiao An is out on a location shoot, and the office is full of confidential documents and we don't have the keys. Why don't you go wait in that conference room." He then retreated back into the studio and closed the door.
"Hey," the man was dissatisfied with the employee's hospitality attitude and kicked the door hard. The bang made everyone in the studio look cold.
"Everyone, take a break," Shao Tongfeng, who had performed well in all aspects, had been promoted to the second-in-command position by An Zhixia's side these days. He and An Zhixia took turns with Wai Jing and staying behind to be the mainstay. He rubbed his brows, clapped his hands, and waved to the employee just now: "Xiao Yuan, what's going on outside?"
"Brother Feng," Xiao Yuan said angrily, "It's those two translation apprentices who think they are insignificant. They specifically asked our teacher Xiao An to receive them and even asked for an office! Do they really think we can't live without them? They don't take the collective interests seriously at all!"
"Okay, I'll go meet them," Shao Tongfeng nodded and stood up, and several comrades also stood up and followed.
"What?" Seeing a group of people rushing out, the two were startled and immediately puffed out their chests and said unhappily: "Who of you go call Director Xiao An? If she doesn't come, then we will go back and pack our luggage first."
Shao Tongfeng said calmly, "Welcome to the two comrades. We are preparing for tomorrow's broadcast and are waiting for your help in translation. In order to win face for our country, we have to let you focus on the important matters."
The two looked unhappy: "We have been traveling all the way and are thirsty and hungry. Shouldn't we adjust our state? Besides, we haven't even reviewed the manuscript yet, how can we immediately..."
"Hey, we all know that the two comrades were transferred from the most powerful Ministry of Foreign Affairs of our country. The simultaneous interpreters must be very good. Come in quickly and let us open our eyes. We are now working on national affairs. It doesn't matter if we suffer a little. The people will remember the blood and tears we have paid.
Don't let the patrolling guards catch us. They have been keeping a close eye on our channel group recently. If they find us slacking off, they will tell the leaders." Pan Xiyu happened to be there, and she laughed and pulled the female comrade into the studio. The others also squeezed the greasy-haired male comrade into the studio.
The two were arranged to sit in the middle of the studio. When the lights were turned on, an employee immediately handed them a script to look at, and a makeup artist pretended to apply makeup on them. The two were so scared that their foreheads and palms were sweating. They wanted to get up, but they were pressed down on their seats. Pan Xiyu's praises also made them sit there.
It took only five minutes. The director shouted "start", and the room immediately quieted down. As a pleasant and exciting music began, the host chuckled and began recording in a clear and professional voice, "Good morning, overseas audiences, Xiahua audience friends, we are..."
The two people were still a little slow to react, and the host kicked them. They gritted their teeth and stuttered as they translated. Before they finished translating this sentence, the host had already translated the third and fourth sentences, and their translation was not accurate.
Huang Yaru couldn't stand it anymore, so she stood up and gave a very fluent and standard simultaneous interpretation outside the venue. But after only five minutes, the director couldn't help but call a cut.
The photographer said to the two men distressedly, "Are you really the aid sent by our Ministry of Foreign Affairs? Apprentices shouldn't be this capable. Even high school students are better than you in the field. You wasted the tape kicking the door just now, and now you're wasting everyone's time and resources."
"We, we are not well prepared, and you didn't follow the script!"
"Yes, you are clearly trying to make things difficult for us and not giving face to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"
"Are you two comrades bullying us because we don't know the level of the official employees in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?
Otherwise, why don't you ask these two questions openly in front of all the employees in the department and see if you will be laughed at and despised by your colleagues?
Oh, when foreign friends come to visit our country, can you give them time to memorize the script? The senior leaders may delay important decisions because your business is not up to standard. Who will be responsible for this? Or do you think our overseas channel is not important, and you can't work properly today if you have to report tomorrow?
The two hosts didn't use any obscure words to help you translate, but you still translated so haltingly. Are you embarrassing Xia Hua internationally?" An Zhixia came up on her high heels and asked coldly.
Everyone called out "Teacher Xiao An" in a low voice.
"Teacher Xiaoan, why are you back?" Shao Tongfeng asked in a low voice, his expression softening. "Did the location shooting go wrong?"
"There was a sandstorm outside, so we finished work early and came back," An Zhixia said with a gloomy face. The air quality in Kyoto in the 1960s and 1970s was very bad. It was also the transition period between spring and summer. The yellow sand was everywhere and the air was filled with the fishy smell of earth.
I really miss Kyoto, which has regained its blue sky and white clouds after decades.
"Did you take the tape? Just send it to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and let their leaders see the quality of their employees!"
(End of this chapter)
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